As he moved down the line, Gene loaded his trey, pasta, chicken, jojos, corn, pretty much what ever was recognizable. He gave a shrug, looking at her for a second, mind running through his schedule.
"Tomorrow... Got nothin'. Was going to try and glue Rodney's fat-ass to his chair, scare Zelenka shitless, but that's it." He answered honestly. "Or... are we working tomorrow?" He grinned at the idea.
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"Tomorrow... Got nothin'. Was going to try and glue Rodney's fat-ass to his chair, scare Zelenka shitless, but that's it." He answered honestly. "Or... are we working tomorrow?" He grinned at the idea.
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She hadn't planned on doing anything that day either.
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